Our
last stop before we took the ferry to Nova
Scotia was to visit mom's college roommate Patt and
her husband Charlie. They live in Haverhill ,Massachusetts and we spent two great days with them.
They drove
mom and dad to Kittery , Maine to have lobster rolls at Chauncey
Creek.
Then
we left for Portland , Maine
to catch the overnight ferry to Yarmouth ,
Nova Scotia . Actually, it looked
more like a cruise ship than a ferry.
Dad
is a pro now at driving the motorhome into the ferry.
As
the ferry pulled away, dad got some shots of Portland .
Boy,
were Brody and I surprised to find out that we had to stay by ourselves all
night in the RV while mom and dad got to wine, dine and sleep in a cabin on the
ferry. It was my first night alone, but as I was the oldest I tried to stay
brave for Brody and not let him know how scared I was.
The
next morning, mom and dad came back to the RV. Was I ever glad to see them!! The
first thing we did after we went through
customs was to find a place for mom to take us for a long overdue walk.
We
stayed at a nice campground a few miles outside of Yarmouth .
It tarted raining so mom and dad went to a few museums while we stayed in the car. The
next day we took off to explore the
south portion of the Acadian
Shores .
We
stopped to look at Canada 's
oldest courthouse
and
at Hipson Creek stone bridge built in 1900.
Then
we drove to The Hawk, on Cape Sable Island ,
the most southerly accessible point in Atlantic Canada.
For
lunch, mom and dad went to a local hangout in lower West
Pubnico .
Mom
saved us a taste of her Rappie Pie ( An Acadian speciality consisting pf grated
potatoes and chicken baked in the oven. It was good!
After
lunch, mom and dad went to a "Living
Wharf " lecture led
by an experienced lobster fisherman. The
lobster boats were all in the dock as the lobster season in Yarmouth is Nov-May.
He
explained the lobster traps
showed
us a male and female lobster (the female is on the right, she has a wider lower body for her eggs.)
Dad
learned how to band a lobster's claw.
Our
last stop that day was at the Cape Forchu Lighthouse.
We evengot to take a nice long walk along the ocean
and watch the boats go by.
On
the way home we stopped to show Brody his first cows. I turned my head for one second and when I looked back here was Brody getting his first kiss...ugh!
The
next day we took off north, again through the Acadian French seaside. Brody
and I were excited to be able to go along.
One
of our first stops was the beach. From my past blog you know how much I love to
run on the beach. This was Brody's first time and he loved it too!
We
stopped to see some beautiful churches along the way; Saint-Alphonse
and Pointe-de-l'Eglise - North America's largest wooden church.
Gilbert's
Cove lighthouse was out last stop before heading home for the day.
This was dad's favorite sign on the highway.
Adios,
Yuki ( & Brody)
Do not let Brody kiss the lobster, the cow is okay. Fantastic photos, I love the history you share with the photos.
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